A journal of self-discovery, healing, growth, and growing pains.

The saddest fact in life is that our cats will die before us

When I was young and a cat food com­mer­cial came on where the kit­ties would nuz­zle their own­er after receiv­ing a por­tion of Brand X, I’d think to myself, “Those are prob­a­bly spe­cial cats, the way they use perky mod­els to por­tray every­day moms in clean­ing com­mer­cials. I won’t ever have a cat like that.”

But I was wrong.

She fol­lows me around the house, she sleeps under the blan­kets in the crook of my arm, and I can’t imag­ine my life with­out her.

I’ve nev­er been in my house with­out Dolly before. I can’t even imag­ine it. One rea­son why I don’t think I’d be able to han­dle a dog is that their lifes­pan is usu­al­ly twice as short as cats. Combined with their loy­al­ty, it’d be too much heartbreak.

A lot of attach­ment grows. I couldn’t believe how much so with our one cat. (The oth­er not so much.) Vowed nev­er to have pets again after that. It’s prob­a­bly why peo­ple have par­rots. Highly intel­li­gent and the humans are outlived.

The title of this post is so spot on. I’ve been think­ing that a lot late­ly. When I look at my lit­tle pack and think that in 10 years time I’ll still be what­ev­er I am now and they’ll be gone. I hate think­ing about it, it’s pret­ty depress­ing. But yeah, spot on.